In shadows cast by fleeting glances,
A secret blooms, secret dances.
Heart's whispers echo in the hush,
A tale of a hidden, sweetened crush.

Within the corridors of the mind,
Your presence, like a gentle wind.
In silence, dreams start to unfold,
A story of emotions, untold.

Each stolen glance, a stolen treasure,
A symphony of emotions, beyond measure.
Adrift in the sea of unspoken desire,
Fueling a secret, smoldering fire.

Yet, in the daylight's candid gaze,
A facade conceals, a heart betrays.
A masquerade, an intricate charade,
Where secret blooms in quiet shade.

Oh, the poetry of a secret heart,
In the gallery of emotions, a silent art.
Unseen, unheard, but deeply felt,
A serenade in whispers, carefully dealt.

So, let the secret linger and sway,
In the dance of hearts, night and day.
For in the secret, love finds its way,
A story of a crush, forever at play.
© Muheyman